"Wanna Bet?" - Sex Stories

"Wanna Bet?"

... pushed into it. For one instant, I was absolutely sure of it. Or, perhaps, it was just what I wanted. I wondered just how far I could go with her, and I wasn't sure that I'd stop until I found out what the boundaries were. If I could take absolute control over her, I would. I didn't really want to hurt her, but if she wanted that, and I wanted that, everybody was happy, even if I had to pretend to f***e her into it. You can't really f***e somebody into doing what they really want. But how would I know for sure whether she wanted it and just wanted to deny it, or actually didn't want it? I only had one idea. &#034Aren't you wondering what the bet actually is?&#034 &#034Oh, yeah,&#034 she said as though it she'd forgotten that little detail. &#034So, what is it?&#034 &#034A game. On the Wii downstairs. Your choice. The bet is simple... I bet I win the game.&#034 I was better than her at most of the games we had, because I bought them, but there were still games where we were about even or where she usually beat me. I thought it would be a fair test of my theory. If she chose a game I was better at, or did poorly at one she was good at, it would prove to me, beyond any doubt, that she wanted it. Then it would just be a matter of pushing her where I wanted her to go until she started to push back. I didn't think I was risking too much. Even if I lost, she'd already bet sexual favors once, I knew I could get her to do it again sooner or later. She went downstairs to the Wii ...

... console and began looking through titles. After a half hour, she chose a game that she was better at. It was the table tennis part of Wii Play. When we first got the system, she kicked my ass on that game right away, and although I'd gotten better, she still beat me most of the times we played, and I spent most of my time playing newer games. I worried that I might have misjudged the situation. &#034You'd better play your best,&#034 I said. &#034Because if you lose, I'm going to be taking full advantage of my newfound rights.&#034 We played. The game rules had the first player to 11 points win. She served first, and scored the first point because I missed, and then she scored another on the next round. Then I started remembering my old moves, and was able to gain ground. I have to think she let me win. It was too neat to happen otherwise. Throughout the whole match, she'd let herself get 2 points ahead, and then she'd start playing poorly and I'd catch up. By the time she was at 9 points, we were tied. I scored the tenth point first, overtaking her for the first time, and on the next round she caught me again. It was down to the tiebreaker. &#034You're going down,&#034 I said. &#034Or maybe I'll go down on you. I haven't decided.&#034 I stuck out my tongue and lewdly wiggled it to demonstrate the pun. I served. It was a difficult shot, but by no means out of her range. She should have been able to at least return it and we'd have some back and forth. She missed it entirely. ...